"What did you bring me for Christmas?" I asked my dad as I held on his shirt and jumped like a little puppy.
"You have to wait after dinner, darling," he winked as he said. I huffed with arms crossed as he chuckled and kissed my forehead, holding me in his arms.
"Let's go see your mom." He said as he entered the kitchen.
"Dad, why is mommy crying?" I asked with my little thumb inside my mouth as my wide blue eyes looked at mom on the ground crying.
"He doesn't love me," she wailed, "he never will!" she cried even harder.
"Mommy, don't cry." I wiped a hand to wipe my tears.
Dad placed me on the couch in the living room and said, "I'm sorry, honey, I will talk to mommy and come back." I nodded as my dad stormed off into the kitchen.
I opened my eyes to see Levy with a gun in his hand
